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We've drained full confession booths |
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Polluted drinking wells with our repentances |
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And then stood grinning with our arm |
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Around our shoulders of a rotting child |
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Hold that pose, provisional arrogant little pigs |
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Who devour their siblings |
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Shoot that dog if we can't afford to feed |
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Shoot that dog if we can't afford to feed |
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Famine fathered a moth |
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Famine fathered a moth that begot our fathers |
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Keep your voices down, |
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I'm sneaking out |
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Hey, what's the big idea? |
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Keep your ****ing hands off the insight |
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That rat has got it's mother's eyes |
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That rat has got it's mother's eyes |
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Breeding and nausea |
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They are pouring themselves into the sea |
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Stop thief, stop thief, stop thief, stop thief |
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Stop thief, stop thief, stop thief, stop thief |
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Leave your drunken accident at the prom |
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It'll grow to mend your broken heart |
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Don't sign the dotted line |
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Every house is a little bit of |
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HollywoodDon't sign the dotted line |
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Every house is a little bit of |
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HollywoodThe world is too incredible |
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To bring such ugliness into it |
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The artist is sneaking down the hall |
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To impregnate the last of its kin |
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Indiscernible mute in a swarm of derivatives |
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I deny any part, |
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I deny any part |
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Deadbeat, godfather |
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Deadbeat, godfather |
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Deadbeat, godfather |
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Deadbeat, godfather |
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Bite your tongue, who taught you those words? |
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Blaspheme, when you are under my roof |
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Don't ever say rock and roll |
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Don't ever say rock and roll |
